Mood:
happyTopic: Self-publishing
I have to chronicle what happened today.
I had to rush out my book to pass to someone this evening. I thought I had everything figured out. I've printed my manuscript in A5 paper. I've got my book cover designed at Bras Basah Complex. All I needed was to have it printed in art paper, and the book bound.
It turned out to be quite a disaster... at first. The girl printed the bookcover not in the right size and stupid me, I went ahead to ask that the A5 printed copy to be cut to fit the cover. That first copy ended up with its head shaved bald. And it was already 4!
Desperate but still shooting for the deadline, I rushed back home armed with an A5 sized bookcover instead and started printing another copy. Then and there, I used wood glue and page by page, painted a thin line of glue on the side to be bound. My sweat was dripping somewhere around the 50th page. It was then that my hubby and little girl popped in. To cut the whole thing short, they took pity on me ... and in no time, we created an assembly line. I put the glue, hubby position the page and my kid banged her hand on the page to make it stick. This is cottage industry at its best.
We managed to bind the book, raw and still wet with glue, just in time to pass to the guy, with a gold ribbon wrapped around it. Boy, did I love my family then. I've so blessed, everyone. I really am. This day will remain in my memory forever.
